Recruited To Where The World Is Quiet
By Spectra16
Disclaimer: I don't own yeah you know!
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! I couldn't resist! Thanks reviewers! It's much appreciated.
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Chapter Three: Murder
"What do we do?" Neesha whispered to Jerome. Jerome had an unsure look on his face.
"Calm down. I'll think of something," M reassured his daughter. Neesha glanced at G and H. H had a cigarette out but was searching for something in his pocket. Jerome gulped and gathered enough courage.
"Lighter?" Jerome asked courteously. M watched through the security camera. He didn't blink at what J was about to do. M said, "No, no, no!" over and over in his head but never bothered to say it over the mouth piece.
"Yes, thank you!" H said and leaned over to get his cigarette lit. Jerome fumbled with the lighter but eventually lit his cigarette. M bit his nails and continued to watch the screen without blinking. Lemony watched what Jerome and H were doing. Then Hector's cell phone rang. He answered it. G looked a little rattled for some reason.
"Hello?" H asked. M couldn't tap into H's call so he waited.
"Yes. Okay. I'll be right there," H hung up. Sally came by.
"Excuse me. I need to take my order with me. Could you get me the special and rap it up in a bag?" H asked. Sally was confused but she nodded and did what she was told. H continued to smoke. Lemony was confused. Even if there was a bug to use, they would be leaving. Did they get word of the VFD being there? What is it that G and H were doing?
"Did you get the call?" Lemony spoke quietly to M.
"No," M admitted. Lemony bit his lip.
"Now what?" Lemony asked M, still biting his lip, making him sound agitated, which he was.
"We follow them. I'm sending L, the OTHER L on this one. Everyone else has to stay behind. Understand, you two?" M directed toward Jerome and Neesha. They nodded, knowing that M could see them.
"I'm going too," M said and turned off the connection between him and seeing Jerome, Neesha, and Lemony.
"But what about being home for dinner!" Neesha asked. Jerome reminded her not to get too loud. "Mother is going to be home in 30 minutes!" Neesha whispered. M grinned.
"I'll be home before then!"
Neesha looked down. M then left his area and went after G and H, along with L. Lemony felt bad for Neesha.
M put down his headphones and darted down the fire escape he disabled in order to get through it without setting off the alarm. He grabbed his coat and put it on, even though it wasn't raining. He popped out his cell phone and called Larry.
"Hello?" Larry answered.
"L, G and H are out in the open. You and I need to follow them. Where are you?" M asked, trying to remain calm himself.
"Actually, from the French Diner? I'm a block or so away," L said. M became confused.
"Why are you nearby?" M asked L. L smiled.
"Never mind. I'll be right there," L said and hung up. M heard the click. He then put down his cell phone and frantically looked for G and H. He couldn't find them anywhere. They couldn't have gone far. Unless they drove off really fast, which wouldn't have gone unnoticed.
Larry was very close to where the mission was held. He wasn't in on this until M had told him to follow G and H. He knew this would happen. Sometimes he wished he could do what M did. He was much more responsible and quick to think. Larry jogged faster. He had dressed in attire as if he was a normal casualty jogging. But he wasn't. Larry looked for G and H or them inside a car or something. There was nothing. He jogged in place until he could see something. But there wasn't anything.
Michael walked even faster. There was no way G and H could have disappeared so quickly. He started to wonder if they were watching him, instead if the other way around. He stopped to catch his breath. He looked around still, and still didn't see anything. He couldn't contact anyone for more help unless he called them. Michael reached into his pocket and fingered his phone and wondered if he should call on more agents. Then he quickly stopped thinking about bringing more people into a wild goose chase. It had to stay strictly him and L. He looked into the gray sky. What was he going to do? They still hadn't figured out what G and H were going to do about Olaf. He began to walk again.
"What do they do?" Neesha asked Jerome.
"They just go around and spy on whoever it is we're spying on," Jerome put mildly. Neesha nodded.
Larry jogged forward again.
Michael looked up and the first thing he saw was G and H getting into their car, a few blocks away from the restaurant. M almost jumped for joy but he just watched what they were doing. H let G get in first and then got into the driver's seat. M noticed one very important thing. Neither of them had the bag of food.
Jerome led Neesha outside to his car. Lemony insisted on staying in the restaurant so they wouldn't look suspicious. Neesha and Jerome got into the car and Jerome started it up.
"Is that all they do?" Neesha finally broke the silence. Jerome sighed.
"Yeah," Jerome said.
"I can tell that's not it. You said you liked to tell the truth!" Neesha crossed her arms. And then Ramona got into the car.
"Hello!" She said happily, even though this was a sad occasion. Then Jerome's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"J?" M asked frantically.
"Yes?"
"Do you remember H taking his cigarette out with him when he left?" M asked, still panicking.
"No, I don't think he did," Jerome said without thinking about it.
"Did he take his food out?" M asked, biting his nails now.
"Not that I reca- Oh my gosh!" Jerome got it now. He dropped the cell phone and ran outside back into the restaurant. Ramona and Neesha followed him.
The first thing Jerome saw when he got into the restaurant was the smoke and flames growing from the booth that G and H had sat at. He guessed that H had lit the bag on fire with his cigarette. Jerome looked around for Lemony, whom was no where to be seen. Jerome started to call for him, while workers at the restaurant piled out.
"LEMONY!" Jerome yelled. No answer. Neesha led Ramona back outside when she saw the smoke.
"What about Lemony?" Ramona cried. Neesha looked concerned.
"Um . . . I'm sure Jerome will get him out," She tried to reassure herself and Ramona. It wasn't working. Ramona ran back into the French Diner.
"No! Ramona!" Neesha ran after her.
"I hope M knocked out the alarm. No need for the OFD to get testy," Lemony said, opening the fire escape door to get the equipment that M had left behind. He was totally unaware of the fire that had started.
"LEMONY! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" Jerome yelled. The flames had risen. He was part of the VFD, and yet the fire wasn't being taken care of.
Michael ran to the French Diner. He had told the other L to do the same. He looked into the car that Jerome and Neesha had come in and Neesha wasn't in it. She was inside the restaurant. He then panicked.
"Neesha!" M grabbed N and took her outside.
"Stay here!" M yelled.
"R is in there!" Neesha exclaimed.
"I'll get her! You stay here! ! !" M yelled and went inside.
"You better be home for dinner," Neesha said quietly.
By Spectra16
Disclaimer: I don't own yeah you know!
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! I couldn't resist! Thanks reviewers! It's much appreciated.
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Chapter Three: Murder
"What do we do?" Neesha whispered to Jerome. Jerome had an unsure look on his face.
"Calm down. I'll think of something," M reassured his daughter. Neesha glanced at G and H. H had a cigarette out but was searching for something in his pocket. Jerome gulped and gathered enough courage.
"Lighter?" Jerome asked courteously. M watched through the security camera. He didn't blink at what J was about to do. M said, "No, no, no!" over and over in his head but never bothered to say it over the mouth piece.
"Yes, thank you!" H said and leaned over to get his cigarette lit. Jerome fumbled with the lighter but eventually lit his cigarette. M bit his nails and continued to watch the screen without blinking. Lemony watched what Jerome and H were doing. Then Hector's cell phone rang. He answered it. G looked a little rattled for some reason.
"Hello?" H asked. M couldn't tap into H's call so he waited.
"Yes. Okay. I'll be right there," H hung up. Sally came by.
"Excuse me. I need to take my order with me. Could you get me the special and rap it up in a bag?" H asked. Sally was confused but she nodded and did what she was told. H continued to smoke. Lemony was confused. Even if there was a bug to use, they would be leaving. Did they get word of the VFD being there? What is it that G and H were doing?
"Did you get the call?" Lemony spoke quietly to M.
"No," M admitted. Lemony bit his lip.
"Now what?" Lemony asked M, still biting his lip, making him sound agitated, which he was.
"We follow them. I'm sending L, the OTHER L on this one. Everyone else has to stay behind. Understand, you two?" M directed toward Jerome and Neesha. They nodded, knowing that M could see them.
"I'm going too," M said and turned off the connection between him and seeing Jerome, Neesha, and Lemony.
"But what about being home for dinner!" Neesha asked. Jerome reminded her not to get too loud. "Mother is going to be home in 30 minutes!" Neesha whispered. M grinned.
"I'll be home before then!"
Neesha looked down. M then left his area and went after G and H, along with L. Lemony felt bad for Neesha.
M put down his headphones and darted down the fire escape he disabled in order to get through it without setting off the alarm. He grabbed his coat and put it on, even though it wasn't raining. He popped out his cell phone and called Larry.
"Hello?" Larry answered.
"L, G and H are out in the open. You and I need to follow them. Where are you?" M asked, trying to remain calm himself.
"Actually, from the French Diner? I'm a block or so away," L said. M became confused.
"Why are you nearby?" M asked L. L smiled.
"Never mind. I'll be right there," L said and hung up. M heard the click. He then put down his cell phone and frantically looked for G and H. He couldn't find them anywhere. They couldn't have gone far. Unless they drove off really fast, which wouldn't have gone unnoticed.
Larry was very close to where the mission was held. He wasn't in on this until M had told him to follow G and H. He knew this would happen. Sometimes he wished he could do what M did. He was much more responsible and quick to think. Larry jogged faster. He had dressed in attire as if he was a normal casualty jogging. But he wasn't. Larry looked for G and H or them inside a car or something. There was nothing. He jogged in place until he could see something. But there wasn't anything.
Michael walked even faster. There was no way G and H could have disappeared so quickly. He started to wonder if they were watching him, instead if the other way around. He stopped to catch his breath. He looked around still, and still didn't see anything. He couldn't contact anyone for more help unless he called them. Michael reached into his pocket and fingered his phone and wondered if he should call on more agents. Then he quickly stopped thinking about bringing more people into a wild goose chase. It had to stay strictly him and L. He looked into the gray sky. What was he going to do? They still hadn't figured out what G and H were going to do about Olaf. He began to walk again.
"What do they do?" Neesha asked Jerome.
"They just go around and spy on whoever it is we're spying on," Jerome put mildly. Neesha nodded.
Larry jogged forward again.
Michael looked up and the first thing he saw was G and H getting into their car, a few blocks away from the restaurant. M almost jumped for joy but he just watched what they were doing. H let G get in first and then got into the driver's seat. M noticed one very important thing. Neither of them had the bag of food.
Jerome led Neesha outside to his car. Lemony insisted on staying in the restaurant so they wouldn't look suspicious. Neesha and Jerome got into the car and Jerome started it up.
"Is that all they do?" Neesha finally broke the silence. Jerome sighed.
"Yeah," Jerome said.
"I can tell that's not it. You said you liked to tell the truth!" Neesha crossed her arms. And then Ramona got into the car.
"Hello!" She said happily, even though this was a sad occasion. Then Jerome's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"J?" M asked frantically.
"Yes?"
"Do you remember H taking his cigarette out with him when he left?" M asked, still panicking.
"No, I don't think he did," Jerome said without thinking about it.
"Did he take his food out?" M asked, biting his nails now.
"Not that I reca- Oh my gosh!" Jerome got it now. He dropped the cell phone and ran outside back into the restaurant. Ramona and Neesha followed him.
The first thing Jerome saw when he got into the restaurant was the smoke and flames growing from the booth that G and H had sat at. He guessed that H had lit the bag on fire with his cigarette. Jerome looked around for Lemony, whom was no where to be seen. Jerome started to call for him, while workers at the restaurant piled out.
"LEMONY!" Jerome yelled. No answer. Neesha led Ramona back outside when she saw the smoke.
"What about Lemony?" Ramona cried. Neesha looked concerned.
"Um . . . I'm sure Jerome will get him out," She tried to reassure herself and Ramona. It wasn't working. Ramona ran back into the French Diner.
"No! Ramona!" Neesha ran after her.
"I hope M knocked out the alarm. No need for the OFD to get testy," Lemony said, opening the fire escape door to get the equipment that M had left behind. He was totally unaware of the fire that had started.
"LEMONY! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" Jerome yelled. The flames had risen. He was part of the VFD, and yet the fire wasn't being taken care of.
Michael ran to the French Diner. He had told the other L to do the same. He looked into the car that Jerome and Neesha had come in and Neesha wasn't in it. She was inside the restaurant. He then panicked.
"Neesha!" M grabbed N and took her outside.
"Stay here!" M yelled.
"R is in there!" Neesha exclaimed.
"I'll get her! You stay here! ! !" M yelled and went inside.
"You better be home for dinner," Neesha said quietly.
